Hello: I’m Red
Hello: I’m Red, my rusted thatch
Like ruined Jersey fruit
Carries the shame.
My cheeks will crimson
With love and anger.
The thrumming of this heart,
A poisoned sanguine tide
Racing through chambers, rushing to place.
The ardor of an orangey summer
Melted midriffs hollow
Like paraffin under the wick.
The stuff of sticky innocence.
Sweet potato, carrot, pumpkin, peach
Fill the torrid crust of me
Until the sun’s demure retreat
Heralds Autumn’s crisp senescence.
Deposit green, a counterfeit
Permission slips afore of caution,
Fresh, fragrant, fruition.
Nascent and naive I fumble.
Envy picks up the ball
And scores, in sick defeat
The foamy rip tide sucks
Flotsam flings the weed unanchored.
Cast in a blue, deluged
Hypoxic, hypnotic moon
Shines, its violent beam
Refusing to drown the doldrums.
Appears: a jay, descanting
Arise to bear my heft aloft.
Firmament embrace and like a kite
I poise ‘til reeled aground.
Saved amid empurpled peaks
I pluck what one might call a plum
I feel a prince in kingly dress
I’d disinterred my happiness
So we embark inviolate
In violet and lavender and leather
Wafting in the mellow currents
Ignorant, engulfed in haze, of lilac’s end.
Yellow: lastly yanked out of place
The complexion of looming end
Of metastatic hepatic breakdown
Hospital hospice jaundice
Sick saffron tincture, the face of loss
A golden bird, a cold cold mine
Let the lamp yield craven light
The stillness… The darkness… The dark